Friday night I wanted pizza… and to any of you who read me way back when, you’re probably saying to yourself; no silly, pizza night in Le Petit Village is Tuesday night, everyone knows that. But what I haven’t told you, is our old pizza man gave up the pizza business to work in construction and we got a new pizza man, and he comes to Le Petit Village Friday nights, a much more pizza friendly night if you ask me.
(And if you want to know how the old pizza guy is getting on in construciton, the answer is not well… he was using some sort of machine and somehow lost control of the thing and ended up slashing his face. Like bad. Like he’s lucky to have eyes and a face, and well even a head left for that matter. But what he does have now is one crazy scar running diagonally across his face. Guess he should have stuck with the pizza)
So on Friday while I was pondering what to make for dinner, The Husband suggested we have a movie night, so pizza just seemed like the obvious choice, right? But lo and behold… no freaking pizza van. Because this is France and why would there possibly be something there that’s supposed to be there… no no no, that would be too conveniant.
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And because we clearly don’t eat enough cheese here, Saturday night was a Fondue at The Croupier’s house; both plain and mushroom. Variety is the spice of life you know.
On Sunday I desperately wanted a lazy, cozy, potter about the house kind of day (my favorite type if you want to know), but alas it wasn’t in the cards. As I chopped bok choy for the Singapore Chicken Fried Rice lunch I was making, The Husband was on the phone with Papa’s Wife. She was practically begging us to come over for lunch. You see, it’s been hunting season for the last few months here which means that Papa had pretty much been MIA leaving one, very lonely, Papa’s Wife. So the bok choy over here was put aside for asparagus risotto over there. It was pretty tasty though, and bonus… I managed to stuff myself with leftover Christmas sweets… Ferrero Rochers and Mon Chéris (I probably shouldn’t refer to this as a bonus).
But since I was still all about being lazy and cozy, I put my jammies on for Sunday night at The Honey House where we were watching Clermont vs. Toulon rugby (they were nice jammies by the way). While The Husband and me are Clermont fans, pretty much everyone down here supports Toulon, but Clermont won anyway which meant that I got to gloat and do victory dances galore.